Clandestiny

The greatest happiness is to vanquish your enemies, to chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth, to see those dear to them bathed in tears, to clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters.

Such is the wisdom of the tribe in The Hole. Long since they last roamed out of their hole, it is commonly believed that they have settled for peaceful ways, spending their time on meditation and playing music on the dry and rocky slopes leading to their home. Others believe that they are devising a raid unprecedented in scale, hoping to forever lay claim on our fields, and our homes. Marduk-Ashur had just finished a kite. He mounted it onto his back, squatted down, and kicked off with strength: ascending; only to descend The Hole. It is forbidden to venture into The Hole, as of decree by the Council of United Chieftains, though were you to approach, you'd be able to hear a distinct and deep echo, vibrating from the depths.

Unfortunately, Marduk-Ashur was no reliable kite-crafter, and almost immediately crashed down the slope. His mind was mudslide and pebbles as he tumbled down in a cave and found

     THE LORD OF THE GAME

INTO THE FLAME INTO THE FIRE

WITH NO REGARD FOR A THING, FUCK THAT HE'S THE LORD OF THE GAME

HE RULES THIS EMPIRE

Possibly in a sub-cave, for unlike the rumours about The Hole there were no vibrative gurgling sound. There was fire and an upright eagle spreading its wings. Fire in its eyes, Lord Of The Game projected its wisdom into Marduk-Ashur: "DO NOT LEAVE THIS REALM BEFORE YOU HAVE SEEN ALL THERE IS TO SEE. [whispering]: by the way nice kite, faggot"

Marduk-Ashur was infuriated. Driven by a desire of tranquillity and enlightenment through a silent and abstemious lifestyle, - [cut off]

Trips to where few have been
Out of thin air, upon high winds
Rites begin when the sun descends
Have felt what few will ever know
Have seen the truth beneath the glow
Of the ebb and flow, where the roots of all mysteries grow
I am below, so far below
The bottom line
Transmitting live, transmissions rise
From the depths out of controlled by
Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes
Imminent gaze cast upon the path that winds
Upon the path I find, and claim as mine
To ride the waves
Of unrest
Made to make me shine as a testament
To why the ways of the blind will never get
Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
Exhaled like spells from the endlessness
In the bottomless wells of emptiness
Channeled to invoke what we represent

- Marduk-Ashur was let down with fast motorcycles and beautiful women from a galaxy far far away, highroading the regular path, paved with ancient bricks, taking him to Nirvana.